I know I did!
You didnāt run inside for every little scratch.
You came in dirty.
Knees scraped.
Hands bruised.
And mom already knew what happened
before you even said a word.
Out came that little bottle.
Bright red.
Strong smell.
And you knew what was coming next.
It burned.
It really burned.
You tried not to cry.
Sometimes you did anyway.
But after a minuteā¦
You were okay again.
No bandage for every little thing.
No long rest.
You wiped your face
and went right back outside.
Because the game wasnāt over.
Because your friends were still there.
Because being a kid meant
getting hurt sometimesā¦
and getting back up every single time.

So how many was treated with this little bottle of red stuff?
You didnāt run inside for every little scratch.
You came in dirty.
Knees scraped.
Hands bruised.
And mom already knew what happened
before you even said a word.
Out came that little bottle.
Bright red.
Strong smell.
And you knew what was coming next.
It burned.
It really burned.
You tried not to cry.
Sometimes you did anyway.
But after a minuteā¦
You were okay again.
No bandage for every little thing.
No long rest.
You wiped your face
and went right back outside.
Because the game wasnāt over.
Because your friends were still there.
Because being a kid meant
getting hurt sometimesā¦
and getting back up every single time.

So how many was treated with this little bottle of red stuff?
